The fire burned for a whole day, and Locke stood by the fire pit for a whole day, bidding farewell to the warriors who had died for Lordaeron. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Vaguely, he seemed to see the soldiers saying goodbye to him together, they smiled and said something to him, but he couldn't hear it, and the female soldier ran over and threw herself into his arms.

Her eyebrows fluttered with excitement, and she burrowed into her arms, shouting something in her mouth, and the other soldiers behind her looked at her and laughed. It was a long time before she left, and she took out the robe from her bosom, shook it at herself, and stood among the soldiers.

Lieutenant Deschamps, Old Rohr, Little Will and Falarr, they stood in the firelight, waving at themselves, and the soldiers were shining with a bright light, smiling, hugging each other, holding hands tightly, and a holy light appeared above them under the sky, and the holy light guided them.

Locke rubbed his eyes, all this still appeared in front of his eyes, and did not disappear because of the rubbing of his eyes, and the soldiers around him were still mourning, unaware of these scenes.

Can only you see it? Is it because you are a patron of the Light?

Locke stretched out his hand and waved goodbye to them, his face solemn and solemn.

Goodbye, my comrades-in-arms, may you sleep in eternal peace in the embrace of the Light.

They smiled and watched Locke, following the light as they gradually ascended upwards and disappeared into the skies of the Tirisphahl glades.

Locke sniffed and closed his eyes.

This farewell ceremony was a great spiritual purification for himself, and it was also a process of enduring suffering, and he was lucky to persevere.

One can imagine how much pain the front-line soldiers of the Crusaders endured.

The brothers who were talking and laughing with themselves a moment ago, after the crazy battle ended, they did not fall under the hands of the natural disaster, but because of the plague of the natural disaster, they had to end their lives by self-destruction. The grief and pain of witnessing their comrades infected with the plague and being unable to do anything about it will haunt them for a long time.

And with each battle, this situation will be repeated, which will only strengthen their inner hatred of the Scourge and the Forgotten.

The pain in their hearts will not be worse than their own, they can only choose to be strong, they can only choose to endure, and they can choose to fight hard in the battle against natural disasters! To avenge the death of comrades-in-arms, brothers, and friends.

When the demonic Dreadlord Banazar killed the Grand Commander Dassault Khan and possessed him, he began to exert subtle influence on the Crusaders. In the name of the Light, Banazar distorts the faith of the soldiers and influences them to make bad decisions, and this influence can easily detonate this hatred in the hearts of the soldiers and make them crazy.

They were so hostile to the undead that even their comrades who fought with them became the target of their suspicions, and they began to exaggerate their belief in the transmissibility of the plague of the undead.

They fell into madness, they stopped believing in other people, they purged the ranks of sober people, and eventually the Crusaders completely turned into a fanatical and irrational tragic organization.

This is why the future crusaders went from being a noble organization so quickly to a tragedy of alliance and tribe together.

Locke slowly opened his eyes.

The fire in front of me gradually dimmed, and the heroic spirits of the soldiers had left this place, and this place would soon be buried, and a huge tombstone would be erected on top of this large pit, on which would be engraved the names of these one hundred and fifty-four soldiers, and they would be admired by posterity for eternity.

The weapons and equipment they used during their lifetimes will be returned to their loved ones if they have families, and those that are not will be placed in the newly built Hall of Honor after the rebuilding of the gallon to be admired by the world.

This is the promise made by the Crusaders for the fallen soldiers, and you will not be forgotten! Unless the Crusaders cease to exist!

The melodious and sad voice of the bagpipes gradually became muffled.

The soldier who played at the beginning had already fainted from playing the bagpipes, and now this is the fifth soldier to be replaced.

Locke turned his head to look at Norris, a High Elf standing patiently from the beginning to the end.

Locke opened his mouth, and a hoarse voice came out of his mouth, "Thanks... Thank you, the soldiers will appreciate you. The voice was low and hoarse, sad and grateful.

Norris turned her head slowly, she looked at Locke, then at the pit.

"Every race has a commendable side. These valiant soldiers, they remind me of my hometown of Quel'Thalas, where we elves fought against the invasion of the Scourge, and the mages who were infected with the plague, they rushed into the midst of the undead, choosing to detonate themselves with magic to give the last of their strength to Quel'Thalas. ”

"It is precisely because of their sacrifice that our people have awakened, and they are outnumbered, but they are still glorious even if they die!"

Norris slowly lowered her head, her right hand to her chest, and bowed to the pit in respect.

Then the elf turned and walked away.

Locke looked at the flames that were about to be extinguished, and a surge of power surged up in his heart, and he clenched his fists.

Scourge Legion!

Today! I, Rock Harvey, swear by it again! I will take revenge on you!

Revenge for all the people who died in the plague of natural disasters!

Revenge the soldiers who died in the war!

Revenge for Lordaeron!

Locke bowed heavily, then turned and shook off the dark blue Crusader cloak behind his back, and strode towards the center of the town.

Now that the fighting around Gallon is over, it is imperative that the plague is not allowed to spread through various channels, so all the bones and gnolls on the battlefield must be burned!

And also!

On the hill behind the gallons, there is also a huge threat, the Scourge Legion's current largest stronghold in the Tirisfard Glade, the mill town of the Agamande family.

There are also tens of thousands of Scourge soldiers there, and scouts must be sent to monitor their movements.

The town of Gallon must also be prepared for another war.

The surrounding farmland also needs to be developed quickly, otherwise it will affect next year's conscription plan, which will require the recruitment of refugees from Gadar.

Alas, Locke sighed, there are a lot of things, and the great lord will fall down because of exhaustion, and he doesn't know what it is like now.

Let's take one step at a time.

Locke walked through the ruins of Gallon, the town of Gallon being gradually transformed by soldiers, some dangerous houses were demolished, and wood and stone were used to strengthen other sturdy houses, which became the treatment of wounded soldiers.

The roads in the town were cleaned, and the original branches and grass stalks were piled together and burned, and some soldiers gathered around them to bake the fire and talk in low voices.

Locke looked down past the soldiers, but they all stood up from the fire, and they looked at him with gratitude and reverence.

Locke looked up at the weather-beaten and sincere soldiers who looked at him sincerely.

He forced a smile out of his face, a somewhat stiff smile, and greeted them.

"What's wrong? Do I have bugs on my face? Locke said jokingly.

"Nope! Major Locke! One of the small soldiers said, "I'm here to apologize to you, I used to misunderstand you, I used to think that you were just a gifted nobleman, and we all know what some nobles are." But today! I apologize to you for those previous observations! ”

"I'm sorry! You are a noble paladin! As a noble child, you are on the front line when you fight, fighting with the Great Lord, you are not as weak as I imagined, you are brave in battle, fighting to the death against the undead who besiege you, your Holy Light energy, helped us to achieve victory. We've seen it all! ”

"As a son of a nobleman, you risked being attacked by the plague, despite the great lord's resistance, brought the great lord out of it, and said a final farewell to our brothers, we have also seen your sorrow, on the contrary, we feel that such a nobleman is worthy of our crusaders! Such nobles are worthy to lead our crusade! I will always support you! ”

"It's like supporting the Great Lord!"

"I believe in the departed brother, and I hope you can lead the crusaders!"

After the little soldier finished speaking, he raised his right hand with red eyes, and all the soldiers around him raised their hands to salute Locke, just like him.

Locke pursed his lips, faintly excited in his heart, and his eyes were slightly moist. He admits that he was moved, this group of soldiers is so straight-tempered, like is like, dislike is not like!

Locke lowered his head, pretended to rub his nose with his right hand, and secretly wiped the corners of his eyes, and then he raised his head to look at the soldiers around him who were saluting.

"Thank you, thank you really." Locke repeated the two words.

At this moment, he felt that this trust was so heavy!

He sniffed vigorously, "I'm sorry, I'm so excited today, there is something wrong with my nose, you all look at the eyes in protest, and you always express your dissatisfaction." ”

Locke sniffled and wiped his tears.

The soldiers laughed good-naturedly.

"Thank you, I'm going to visit the Great Lord, you see that there are things everywhere here that need to be dealt with." Locke said, pointing to the ruined ruins.

"Major Locke, we will always support you!" The soldiers reaffirmed.

Locke bowed to them and left.

In Locke's heart, excitement, joy, sadness, and worry came to his heart together, and he couldn't let go of all the five flavors for a long time.

Locke stopped at the door of a building with a Crusader flag, which was supposed to be the temporary headquarters of the Second Crusader Legion.

The Great Lord should be inside, right?

At the door, two guards were guarding the doorway, heavily armed.

"Major Locke, the Great Lord hasn't woken up yet, do you want to go in?"

The guards at the gate saw Locke approaching and saluted and looked at him with reverence.